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Lazy morning sex with my boyfriend

-------------Aiden’s POV------------

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I rolled over, grabbing for my phone. Sleepily, I missed, knocking it off the nightstand onto the floor.

“Hmm, I though you were off today.” Ryan muttered groggily beside me, starting to fidget awake.

“I am.” I started reaching my hand down, trying to find the charging cable to pull it up by.

“Then turn off your alarm and go back to sleep.” I heard him flip over beside me.

“I’m trying to, I dropped it.” I started to lean out of bed, the cold hitting my chest as I looked onto the floor.

“Well get it and turn it off.” Ryan complained.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” I snapped back angrier than I intended. I managed to switch it off, setting it back on my nightstand and rolling back into bed beside Ryan, closing my eyes.

A few minutes later I opened them again. It was pointless. I was up.

I started to slide out of bed. “Where are you going, it’s early?” Ryan complained, his face half covered by the pillow, a mop of dark hair that needed cut hanging lazily over the front of his face.

“He’s too fuckin cute.” I thought.

“I’m awake, going to get coffee, you just go back to sleep.” I urged quietly. I was never a good sleeper.

I started to get up, but Ryan grabbed my arm, trying to drag me lazily to him. “No, cuddles.” He pouted.

I tried to fight back. “But I’m-“

“Cuddles.” He ordered, pulling me harder. I gave in, getting back into the bed beside him. He rolled over completely onto his side now, making a space for me to nuzzle into. I did so happily, feeling his soft chest hairs on my back, as his arm wrapped around me.

We lay lazily like that together for ages. Him snoring quietly beside me, while I just lay there, just basking in his embrace. I hadn’t ever really had this before. Anytime someone had had me in bed before they just wanted sex.

I think I preferred this.

Though –

I pressed my hips back, feeling his morning stiffness against me, grinding lightly on iy.

“Mhhm,” Ryan moaned quietly, “Now aren’t you glad you stayed in bed.”

“With you – always.” I smiled.

Ryans hand started lightly tracing my chest, as he slowly nibbled my shoulder. There was no rush, no energy to any of the movements. Just pure laziness.

It was perfect.

I reached down and started to pull down my boxers, trying to wiggle them down, accidently grinding on Ryans dick.

“Uhm, that feels nice.” He moved his lazy kisses to my neck.

“Yeah?”

“Uh Hmm” he mumbled in agreement. There was no energy for long conversations, clever wit, saucy statements.

Just the two of us there.

I finally got my boxers to my ankles, kicking them off, and accidently letting a gust of cold air under the covers.

“Careful now it’s cold. “Ryan laughed. It really was, it had snowed the night before.. there really was nowhere to be but in bed today.

I said nothing, just reaching back, my hand lazily trying to take down his boxers, but just stroking his hip.

Ryan moved his hand off my chest, guiding me to slide down his boxers, my hand touching his bare skin as I started to tug them down, eventually getting them past his hips, as I felt his dick free, rubbing against my ass. He took over then, pulling them off completely, as we both lay there, naked together., his arm reaching around me again.

“One of us, is going to have to get the lube.” He muttered. I could imagine he still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Pick a number between one and ten.”

“What - Seven.”

“Tchh, I was thinking of three. You lose, you have to get it.” he mumbled.

“That is not fair, it’s on your side of the bed.” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“You should have picked better then.” He laughed

I tried to turn around and reach to find him still holding me tight. “Fine, but Ryan you have to let go of me.”

“I don’t want to.” He pouted.

“Then I guess we’re stuck.” I ground my ass hard against his dick, feeling a slight hint of wetness against my lower back.

“You make a good point.” He conceded, letting go of me and reaching to his nightstand, pulling out a tube.

“You were going to make me go into the cold when you could reach it that easily?” I complained.

“You should have picked better.” His tone sounding like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. I heard a squirt and felt his fingers probe at me, as he slipped his dick in, before he reached round, grabbing my dick and lazily stroking me.

We began to grind in time, the both of us slowly bringing his dick into and out of me, spending the next hour just enjoying the sensations.

Eventually he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum babe soon, how about you.”

“Hmm, yeah.” I nodded smiling, buzzing from him calling me babe.

His lazy strokes turned up a notch to half asses, and he moved his thrusting from glacial to merely slow, as we both crawled our way to our orgasm.

I let out a mere “Uhmm.” As I came, feeling the waves of pleasure through my body as my dick dribbled my cum onto Ryans hand, while he made a similar sound behind me, breathing deep and cumming in me.

Smiling I turned my head to kiss him. “What time is it?” I asked. He kissed me back for a minute before responding.

“Who cares?”

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Breeding my boyfriend next to the singer

**-----------Tom’s POV------------**

The bass of the club pulsed through the room, a relentless repetitive beat that assaulted me anywhere I went, sending vibrations across my body. I looked around to see the banners strung across the gaudy club, the crowds of overdressed hangers on. Everywhere I looked I saw her name written there.

'Celeste'

The latest wanna be pop star the studio had started to support. People loved her, she was beautiful, blonde, tall, confident - didn't matter if she could sing or not. 

*Great tits with a side of auto tune.* 

I looked across at Dillon leaning beside me at the bar. Fuck he looked hot, 16 stone of muscle, fitted into a lazy checked shirt and jeans, dressed as if he was heading down to his local rather than one of the biggest nights of the industry. He had opted not to join with champagne or cocktail, a pint firmly in his hand.

I followed his gaze to the middle of the club. He stared at her like a starving man would a sandwich. Celeste may have been the centre of attention of everyone tonight, but I had a suspicion that Dillon would be the one that caught her interest.

I patted him on the shoulder, 'Good luck.'

He gave me the finger, downing his pint, 'Who the fuck needs luck.'

I laughed watching him walk through the crowd to her, stepping in front of a couple of other well-dressed guys trying to chat her up, confidently leaning in to speak to her. 

The three guys in suits looked like they might protest, but Dillon was a giant – the three of them stacked together might make up the same weight as him. I watched their minds work, as they thought better and headed for easier prey.  A minute later Celeste and Dillon were alone, and she was laughing at his jokes, rubbing her hands up his arm playfully.

Dillon was a legend; I was always glad we didn't play in the same pool - I didn't know if I'd get anything but the scraps.

I downed my own drink and started heading to the bathroom. One of the studio producers, Amanda, a stuck up busy body always trying to change what we tried to do started to come over to me, but I waved past her. I couldn’t be arsed pretending to be civil today.

I opened the door to the bathroom to find it empty as I headed to the urinal, unzipping my fly and letting out the many drinks I had taken since we got here, enjoying the break from the shit music outside. A second later the door opened. I turned to see who it was, and saw Liam staggering in, looking like he had quite a few drinks.

He walked behind me as I finished, shaking the last drips off my dick. His hands went around me, rubbing up the soft grey t-shirt I had on.

'You’re drunk,” I laughed, “Anybody can come in.'

'Yeah, but this party is shit.' he reached lower, starting to stroke my soft cock which started to immediately grow at his attention, 'I watched you walk in here, fuck your ass looks great in those jeans. So, you better get that ass in the stall right fuckin now and take them down.'

'Okay, but you better make it good.' I grinned.

'When do I ever not?” he asked, giving my dick one last gentle squeeze. He ushered me to the cubicles, walking me my hard out to the first of the stalls, locking the door behind him as he sidled up behind me.

As soon as the door closed his hands were over me, rubbing my body as he kissed the back of my necks. Then he grabbed my shoulder, forcing me down over the toiled. I grabbed onto the wall nfor balance as he pulled down my jeans,

“God Tom, your ass is perfect.” His fingers rubbed down my crack, before I felt his crotch rubbing against me, the cotton of his jeans against my bare skin.

“Yeah, you like it.” I teased.

I heard his fly unzip as his own jeans came down, his hard dick probing at my hole. “Can you feel how fucking hard I am for it, fuck it’s a work of art.” His fingers separated my cheeks as I felt him push in, slowly giving me his whole length.

He waited for a minute, letting me get used to his length when the bathroom door opened. A second later I heard a woman giggling. Then I heard a man's voice.

'Fuck, I can't wait to get you squealing.' a loud smack filled the room, as the cubicle beside us opened, the door slamming closed once they were in.

It was Dillon. “*Looked like he had bagged his singer*.”

A minute later she started squealing beside us. I tried not to laugh as Tom pumped slowly into me. I bit my lip to keep quiet and stop giggling.

 Liam had other ideas.

'That you Dillon?' he called out to the other stall, knocking the connecting wall hard with his fist.

'Fuck Tom, yeah. I've a thick slut who couldn't wait to get my cock.' a smack and squeal punctuated his statement, as her voice went back to a monotonous moan.

'Same here,' Tom laughed, 'they were gagging for it all fucking night, teasing me I couldn’t wait to give it to them.' Liam started thrusting faster, spanking me as I moaned. I had to cover my mouth so Celeste wouldn't work out it was a man in there with him.

'Fucking knew you couldn't go a night without getting your load in them.' Dillon laughed, the stall beside filled with meaty slaps and moans still.

'Yeah,' Tom continued, panting 'Their ass is just perfect, god, every time I cum in it I just want to again.' I felt my face blush. Somehow getting my ass complimented to Dillon was fucking embarrassing.

Celeste started moaning again. 'Fuck your cock feels so big inside me.'

'Yeah, that’s it, take it babe.' Dillon said, sounding almost bored. 'But their ass is that good.” He continued asking Liam, his voice picking up in excitement.

'Fuck yeah, it's so fucking tight around my dick. And God, they take it so well, I can fuck them as hard as I want, and they just beg for more. Maybe one day you can find out.' He punctuated this with another few heavier thrusts, almost sending me sprawling.

'Yeah.' Dillon sounded unsure, 'Maybe.'

Liam continued thrusting into me the next few minutes, each time expertly hitting me in all the right places.

'Fuck,' Liam started grunting, ' I can't wait to watch you out there, knowing how my loads in your ass all the while when you’re talking to everyone that I’m dripping out of you.'

I reached for my dick, starting to jerk myself off, biting my lip so I didn't moan out his name.

A minute later my stomach tighten, as I started shooting my load onto the toilet seat.

Tom started banging on the wall beside him. 'Fuck yeah, this is it Dillon. Fuck I'm coming.'

“Go for it, breed that slut.' Dillon encouraged, laughing.

He gave me two last meaty thrusts before he unloaded in me, waiting until he had finished filling me. Liam pulled out, lifting my mouth to his, kissing me, leaning into my ear.

'I fucking love you.' he whispered. He turned opening the stall door, as we both walked back into the club, closing the door on Celeste's moans.

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·Crooked compass - part 3 - getting to our hotel room

------Liam's POV---

The cab rolled to a stop outside our hotel as Dillon handed the driver a few notes, shaking his head when he started to get change. Tom leant close to me whispering in my ear, 'I'm going to make you pay for that.' I just smiled, opened the door stepping out to the street, calling 'Thanks for the lift mate' into the car.

As soon as we were out they were on us. The flashing cameras of the paparazzi were blinding as I pushed through the crowd of photographers and reporters. I was glad an advance team had brought all our luggage earlier, fighting past them with it would have been hard.

“But where the fuck is security?”

I kept my head down, moving past them quickly, elbows up as I forced my way through them. They left me when I got to the lobby, but when I turned I could see them crowding Tom. He was struggling to get past them, reporters grabbing him, shoving cameras in his, getting in his way. I could see the panic written all over him as his eyes darted side to side for an escape.

I marched back, grabbing Tom's arm and pulling him through, giving them the finger.

'Keep your grubby mitts to yourself.' I yelled at them.

Dillon had just go out of his side of the car, and seeing the commotion moved to flank Tom’s other side, the reporters started to back off, none quite brave enough to get in front of him. We reached the lobby of the hotel, the heavy doors swinging shut and closing the reporters off from us as we stood in the quiet oversized area. We started to catch our breath, before the silence was broken.

Amanda our manager was there to see us. 'Hi guys great to see-' She spoke in a nasal tone that grated no matter what she had to say. It was like a knife in my ear. Normally I tried to be polite, but now I was angry.

'Fuck sake Amanda, did you not see the crowd of paps there, think maybe to get them cleared for us? Or let me guess, you thought us fighting through would be a good picture for the front page.' Being pictured and grabbed by strangers was overwhelming at time for most, I knew Tom hated it particularly.

'Well yes,” She smiled, “but guys the photos will look great -'

'If you pull that shit again, we're done Amanda, got it?'

She smiled sweetly nodding, but her eyes looked furious, as she just nodded her head curtly. She handed each of us a key card.

'Well then, goodnight. We need to leave at five tomorrow for the show, until then your days free.'

I turned, striding over to the lift, pressing the button angrily, Dillon and Tom beside me. As soon as the door closed I started swearing.

'Fuck, I hate that bitch. Fuck.' Kicking the lift door.

Dillon nodded beside. I could tell the subtle signs of his anger, the tense neck, the gripped fist, the overly controlled breathing.

'Yeah,' he said calmly, 'Just remember she doesn't work for us, she works for the studio.'

Tom had grabbed my wrist tightly, not saying much, his face still looking a little unsure, overwhelmed.

'Yeah, but if we complain it's got to stand for something right?' I insisted.

'Maybe, maybe not. I don't know, I haven't done this before.” Dillon shrugged.

The door opened and we stepped into the hallway, checking our room numbers. Dillon was at the other side of the hall to us. 'Well, I’m off to bed, don't go too wild you two.'

'No promises.' I muttered angrily.

Dillon opened his door leaving only Tom and me in the hallway. We walked down the hallway, our hands brushing lightly, as I rubbed my finger along his knuckle. I checked quickly behind me, before opening my door and pulling Tom in, closing us off from the world.

I took his hand in mine. “You okay?” I asked, holding him softly.

Tom nodded, “Yeah, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.” He gave a laugh, but it sounded utterly hollow.

I hugged him slowly, letting him get used to me. “You don’t have to be.”

“Yes, yeah I kinda do if I want to keep doing this.” He grinned, “But I’m okay now, thank you.”

“Seriously-“I started to insist.

“Seriously, I didn’t come in here to just talk to you.” His mouth pressed to mine as he pushed me towards the bed, pushing me down on top of it. He pulled his jeans off before he climbed on top, straddling me.

“Okay, but –“

Tom grabbed my hand, pulling it to the front of his boxers, letting me feel the wet spot at the front.

“I still owe you for this.” He started grinding on my hard dick through my jeans.

“Well,” I moaned softly, “I guess fairs fair.”

I started to take off my top, while Tom reached for my jeans, unbuttoning them, yanking them down. He leant forward on top of me, kissing me while he slipped his boxers off, letting them drop on the ground, before he sat back up, teasing my dick with his ass cheeks.

I reached up, and started to take off his top but he stopped me. “No, I have to go mess up my room after this.” As he shook his head.

“Then you can put it back on. Come on, you know I want to see all of you.”

Tom smiled for a second, his face looking too fucking cute framed by his golden curls, before he relented, showing off his slim body.

“Fuck you’re beautiful. And I love it when you’re on top.”

He started to sink back onto me, as I felt my dick press against him, entering him, as he gave a quick gasp.

He started to ride me, rolling his hips and sending shivers through my dick. “Really,” he grinned, “cause I can feel that urge to be on top coming.”

“Fuck yeah babe – now?” I asked, getting ready to turn over.

He shook his head, “No, Not tonight, soon though. Right now, I want you to make a sticky mess inside me.”

“That sounds fucking perfect.”

He began to speed up, the bed shaking with his fast grinding. I dug my fingers into his hips, enjoying him taking me.

We kept like this for the sweating and grunting until it was all too much.

“Fuck babe.” I groaned.

“You’re cumming, that’s it, cum in me.” Tom moaned, starting to stroke his own hard dick that had been slapping against my stomach.

A few seconds later I did as commanded, my dick pulsing my load into him as I moaned.

“That you babe?” Tom asked, jerking himself quickly.

I nodded, as he smiled, before his dick started to dribble his load onto my stomach.

He lay down and kissed me, curling next to me. “Maybe we can mess up my room tomorrow morning?”

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·Crooked compass - part 2 - made to cum in public

---------------Liam’s POV-----------------------

The black cab bounced along the streets slowly, fighting its way through the usual London gridlock as Tom, Dillon and I were bundled in the back squished together. We had just finished our first show in London and despite having grown up close, the studio had insisted we head straight to the hotel rather than crashing with friends. I sighed, looking out at the grey streets, faint mist of rain falling, “It would have been easier to take the tube.”

“More comfortable to.” Dillon agreed, stretching on the opposite side sending Liam who was stuck in the middle reeling. I couldn’t help but disagree, the closeness was one of the only good things about this. Feeling Liam pressed against me was something I couldn’t get enough of. I had my free hand on his outer thigh, stroking it, slowly tracing my fingers along it.

I looked down at his crotch to see a small bulge in the front of his black trousers, showing he was enjoying the attention.

I heard the driver mutter angrily in front, seeing him curse some tourists who had started walking in the middle of the road. I took my chance, moving my hand to the front of Liams jeans, rubbing, feeling his hardness. He whimpered beside me.

Dillon noticing just muttered, “Fuck sake.”

I ignored him, he had once eaten one of his groupies out beside me on the tour bus, he could handle this.

The driver was still looking forward as I whispered in Liams ear, “I can’t wait to cum in you.” I gave his ear the quickest lick, focussing on rubbing his crotch, my eyes darting from the man in front and Liam, who was tensing, trying not to make a noise, biting his lip to stay silent.

“Fucking tourists,” He moaned, “They come here, thinking they own the place, walking wherever they want. Some of us got to make a living.”

I just nodded, a grin forming on my face “Yeah, it’s awful. It’s why you hate driving in London, right Liam?”

Laim took a sharp intake of air as he tensed, controlling himself, “Yeah, hate it.” He agreed, his voice quivering.

I loved how easy it was to get him to cum.

I kept rubbing, working my palm on where I imagined the tip of his dick was, feeling him struggle not to squirm beside me.

“You normally just take the train in right Liam?” I asked

“Mhhmh yep, yep.” He muttered, his pale face turning rosier and rosier. I looked to see Dillon struggling not to laugh.

The driver up front tutted, “Hmm, train – no they’re always on strike or late – you can’t find them reliable.”

Liam didn’t respond, his body almost vibrating beside me, every muscle straining to keep still.

“Well Liam,” I leant forward catching his eye, grinning, “Do you find them reliable.”

He shook his head, “No not really.” He gulped. His voice was so strained I thought the driver wouldn’t help but notice, but it seemed he was starved for company.

“Exactly, now at least with a car you’re in control.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, “you have to stay in control, right Liam.”

I changed my stroke, stetting my hand along his shaft, by fingers vibrating, rubbing the tip, edging him closer and closer to the inevitable conclusion.

“Right.” He muttered, probably not even aware of what he was agreeing to.

“But then you’ve been driving here for years, it’s easy for you. But we’re not from here?”

“Oh aye, I gathered, somewhere north I reckon, Sheffield?”

“Liam?” I teased.

“New-Newcastle.” Liam muttered.

“Aye that’s right. My son has one of your posters in his room.” He continued cheerfully.

“Yeah? Dillon get out one of those pictures in your bag, we’ll sign it you can take it home with you.” I instructed, trying not to laugh. This was far too funny.

“That would be great thanks!” his voice was full of such genuine happiness, I almost felt guilty using him to tease Liam. But I wasn’t going to stop.

“What’s his name?”

“Shawn.” He smiled.

“Liam why don’t you write a note to Shawn, you have the neatest handwriting.” My voice was dripping kindness as I just smiled at liams slightly sweaty face.

Liam looked as if he was holding back a car, his shoulders so drawn back, as Dillon handed him a picture and sharpie.

Liam started to write slowly, leaning the picture against his leg.

“You should read it as you write Liam.” I urged.

“Thanks for your support Shawn, hope you like the next album.” Liam gasped. I could see a vein popping on the side of his neck.

I didn’t let up. “That’s great – just checking, how did you spell Shawn?”

“S -h – a -w” he started breathlessly before I saw him bite his lip, his whole-body rigid bar his dick, which I felt twitch in his jeans, flooding his pants.

I grinned, feeling my own hard on pressing against my jeans. I had made Liam cum right here in the backseat.                 I couldn’t wait to make him cum again tonight, to fill him up.

We sat there quietly as Liam recovered, Dillon shaking his head beside us.

“Uhm, no not quite, there’s a N at the end.” The driver noted, looking a little confused.

“Sorry,” I apologised, “Liams dyslexic, its why I made him spell it out.”

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Getting bred by the guitarist after the show

Hi all - one of the different storylines I am also working on - hope you all enjoy :-)

----------------------Tom’s POV---------------------

Backstage was a whirlwind of post-show energy as the three of us headed to our dressing room, walking past the banners “Crooked compass” screaming across them in big gold letters. The three of us were tired and hot, performing for hours under the intense light of the hall, ears ringing from the loud music and screaming fans. It felt fucking sick. I couldn’t wait to get out again.

We turned the corner to the dressing room, and a wall of cheering hit us as we saw a crowd of groupies waiting beside the door. As we walked past, one of them shoved a photo of the three of us into my hand. It was from a staged photoshoot we did at the start of the tour. The three of us shirtless at our instruments, I was stood up on mike singing, running my hand through my blonde curls, while Liam our guitarist stood beside me, his long black hair tied in a bun, winking down at the camera, both our lean bodies on display. Behind us you could see Dillon on the drums, his large muscular frame on display as he beat away at the drums. We looked fucking great.

I took the Sharpie from her and signed it, handing it back as security opened the door and ushered us into the changing room, locking the door behind us.

"Shit Tom, those lights were intense!" Liam exclaimed, collapsing onto the worn-out sofa in the room. He peeled his soaked white t-shirt off, throwing it in a corner.

 "Yeah," I agreed, grabbing beers from the fridge, 'Though a great fucking show guys." I tossed one to Dillon, and dropped down beside Liam on the sofa, handing him one. I unscrewed the lid of my one, a faint fizz filling the room, taking a refreshing gulp.

Dillon raised his bottle, “Yeah, they were definitely feeling it tonight, good crowd."

I pulled my own t-shirt off and leaned against Liam as he put his arm around me. "You know," he whispered "you looked fucking hot up there tonight."

"Yeah?' I took a sip of my beer, before rubbing my hands long Liam's toned stomach. The label made us train every day to keep us in shape, and it fucking worked.

“Yeah,” he murmured in my ear, “I couldn’t take my eyes off your ass all night long.” He pulled me closer, kissing me.

'You two at it already?' Dillon joked, sitting down on the makeup bench opposite. It creaked under his heavy weight. While Liam and I were quite lean, Dillon had some serious muscle behind him.

'Always,' I winked at him, 'You don't mind do you?' The three of us had been on tour for half a year and friends for longer. Dillon was the only one that knew about me and Liam, and after forced proximity, had just accepted he was going to see us fuck.

'Would it matter if I did. Besides, you guys have caught me with a chick in the tour bus enough times.' He joked, sipping his beer, 'Though I do want to head back, so hurry up so we can get on the bus.'

We needed no more encouragement, as I got onto all fours on the sofa and started licking Liam's chest and abs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on my tongue.

'Fuck babe, that's it.' he moaned as I started licking his nipples. His hand reached down the back of my jeans as he started to squeeze my ass, reaching for my hole, teasing my sweaty crack. I couldn't help but moan into his chest as he played with it..

I reached down and started to unzip Liam's fly, releasing his hard 6 inches. He always went commando on stage, said it was his good luck charm. I buried my face in his crotch, smelling his musk, licking and sucking on his hard dick.

'Thats it babe, get me nice and wet.” He gave my ass another firm squeeze, “Dillon, don't just watch and throw me the lube.'

Dillon laughed, reaching into his bag and tossing over a bottle to Liam. 

'Cheers mate.' He laughed, lubing up his fingers and starting to finger my hole.

'No worries, looks like he's doing a good job there.' Dillin said, as I started deep throat Liam, gagging slightly. Liam moaned appreciatively.

'He always does - sure you don't want a try?' Liam offered. I looked hopefully over at Dillon. I had always dreamed one day he’d say yes.

'Nah, don't want to spoil your lovebirds fun. But hurry up, I want to get home.'

Liam pulled my up from his cock, kissing me while lubing up his dick. He stood up moving behind me while I began to undo my skinny jeans, pulling them down to my knees.

Liam sidled up behind me, pressing in as he began to thrust quickly into me. Liam body was slight, but his lean body was fast as he railed me quickly, generating enough force to send my body reeling as he pounded into me from behind.

'Mmhmm, yeah babe.' I moaned, my face buried into the sofa cushions. We weren’t the first band to use it, I wondered how many loads this thing had had spilt on it. 

I started stroking my own cock, a string of precum dripping onto the cushion as Liam fucked me fast just right, grunting, his hands rubbing over my already sweaty body.

'Fuck Tom, you like that.' Liam grunted.

'Fuck yeah, it feels fucking great Liam.' I moaned, his dick sending waves of pleasure through my body with every fucking thrust.

'I wanted to fuck you all show, it's my favourite part of each one, breeding you after.' I felt drops of his sweat hitting my back as he fucked me mercilessly, our wet bodies colliding over and over.

'Yeah.' I moaned. I felt my dick slick in my fist as I'm jerked off.

'Always babe. So, here's another load.' he started thrusting harder as he came inside me, grunting every time his hips slid into me.

'Fuck, I'm cumming to.' I moaned Liam kept fucking me as I came, shooting jets of cum into the cushion in front of me. 

Liam collapsed onto me, his weight driving me prone onto the sofa. We looked over at Dillon checking his phone and finishing his bear.

He gave a slow clap for us. 'Great guys, can we go now?' Dillon laughed, finishing his beer, ' And flip the fucking cushion.'

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·The boys come around - part 4

-----------Jakes POV---------

I took a second to regain my balance as I stood on the mattress, the spongy material almost sending me toppling as I moved my crotch closer to Rickys face. I looked down at him as he sat against the bedframe. My dick was so hard, hovering just above his face.

I smirked down at him, 'You going to open up like a good boy,”, echoing his comments to me earlier, 'or do I need to start making airplane noises?' I began shaking my hips, letting my dick helicopter in front of his face. Stephen laughed at this watching the show.

Ricky just grinned as he raised both hands, flipping me off.

'Theres still some of my cum on your face you know, you missed a bit' he said, sarcasm dripping. My hands jumped up to my face as I searched for it. I found the rogue globule under my chin. I pulled it off and flicked it at him.

'Dickhead' he laughed at me.

'Hey, at least its your own cum,’ I said defensively,” you’ve basted yourself in it enough over the years'

'True,' he conceded, nodding. He stared straight at my dick for a good few seconds, paused and took a breath. Then he opened up. His mouth went around the tip, his lips making a tight seal, before loosening it to get more spit on me. Then he began bobbing on the first two inches, his hand stroking my shaft.

'Thats the shit,' I moaned, 'Fuck, you like the taste of my dick don't you'

He scowled up at me, but I just grinned down at him. 'Hey, you started this shit calling me a good boy. So how does this good boy taste?' Ricky didn't respond, his focus on keeping his momentum up, bobbing slowly, rubbing me.

Ricky wasn't half as into it as Stephen was, but fuck, there was something hot, primal even, about having my dick in this giants mouth rather than someone so eager to please.

Ricky began to clumsily run his tongue along the head, his tongue dancing just under the ridge.

'Shit Ricky, that tongue feels good mate' I moaned, stretching my arms up in the air, interlocking them behind my head as I watched him work.

I almost didn’t notice, but I swear he almost sucked harder each time I said his name.

Stephen was just glued with rapt attention watching this. I could see him rubbing his dick slowly, hard again from just watching. I winked at him, 'Enjoying the show? I asked him. He looked away embarrassed, his face red.

I turned back to Ricky, feeling empowered by the attention. 'Come on stud, Stephen would be nose deep in my pubes by now' 

As expected, his response was once again to give me the fingers, but he started to go deeper, taking my six inches about halfway.

I felt empowered, 'Dude, come on. You've told me so many times how small my dick is to yours, surely you can take it - ow, fuck, okay I’ll stop, I’ll stop!' Ricky had taken my own tactic, squeezing my balls a bit too tightly 

Ricky seemed to accept it, moving back to his bobbing. I saw him exhale as he took me all the way in, burying his nose in my pubes. I had to admit a little of me was disappointed he had managed, that he hadn't choked on me like I had on him,. But with the full sensation along my shaft that was short lived.

'Fuck - ing hell!” I almost shouted, “That's it Ricky, god that feels so fucking good mate'

Ricky kept going, and I definitely noticed again a smirk when I said his name now I knew to look out for it. I looked over at Stephen lying on the bed watching, slowly wanking beside us.

 I waved to him, 'Come on, get behind me' 

He rose to his knees and stood up, moving cautiously on the mattress. He moved behind me awkwardly. I pulled one arm around me, pressing him against me. I felt his warm chest on my back, and his dick, hard and wet lying against my thigh. He began to kiss my neck softly.

Two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have wanted this, wouldn't have ever thought of this. But fuck, right now I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

I turned to Stephen began to make out with him, 'You're so hard again Stephen,' I murmured between pecks 'You just love watching this don't you, you've dreamed of seeing this for a while haven't you' He just nodded.

I spat in my hand and grabbed his dick not breaking eye contact, holding his erection firm against my thigh.

Stephen groaned and took the hint. He started thrusting into my hand, rubbing his own along my body.

I just stood there in bliss for a few minutes, before I started to feel that tingle, that rush of blood.

'Fuck Ricky, I'm not going to be able to hold back any longer' my voice was shaky, Stephen intensified his kissing of my neck, his hands rubbing along my body faster.

Ricky just looked up at me and gave me the finger again. To my surprise he grabbed my hips and suck faster and faster.

'Shit, no Ricky, Fuck, I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't - fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuuck!'

My body turned electric, I felt my ass clench as I felt my cum travel through my dick, unloading into my friends willing mouth. 

At the same time I felt my leg grow slick. It wasn’t until I had finished cumming that I realised that Stephen was moaning beside me, his own load on my leg.

I was panting Ricky opened his mouth, showing it empty. He threw one more obscene gesture at me. 'Now you can't moan about me jizzing on your face'

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·The boys catch up - part 3

---------------Rickys POV------------

I leant closer to Jake, resting my arms on his chest for balance as he looked at me. His face was slightly flustered, but the same grinning smile was there, the same cheeky eyes “Funny,” I thought to myself, “I never noticed they were green”

He leaned closer to me and we started to kiss, his arms wrapping around my back. I put mine lower, my hands touching the top of his ass, squeezing gently. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a moan from Jake, which he had quickly covered up.

The two of us were still dressed at this point, Stephen was sprawled naked beside us just about recovering from his ass play. He just stared, watching us, still breathing heavy. Jake slid his hands down my body to the hem of my t-shirt and hooked it, lifting it up and exposing my mid drift. I raised my arms as he pulled it off, before taking his off as well.

I loved seeing his lean torso so close to me, so smooth and slight. I had to admit, I felt massive so close to him, especially that I got to tilt my head down to him. I wasn't sure, but I thought he might be exactly what they meant by a twink, though I was pretty sure he'd punch me if I called him that.

He began kissing my chest, as he tried to push me down against the headboard. He wasn't as strong as me. I could have stopped him anytime I wanted to. But why the fuck would I.

I sat down against it, the cold of the wood against my back, as Jake lay over me, resting his weight on his forearms. He reached down and began to tug at my shorts trying to pull them free. I raised my hips slightly, pulling them loose to help. Jake ripped them off, freeing my hard on, as all 7 inches bounced up and hit my stomach with a satisfying thunk.

Jake had my shorts in his hand and looked down, before tossing them onto Stephens chest, startling him from his daze.

'Fuck Stephen,” he started laughing, “look at the size of that wet spot, het got so cummy just watching you moan'.

It was true, a large wet stain was drenching the boxers, as Stephen absent mindedly started to play with it, rubbing his finger through the stain. It wasn’t just my boxers that were wet though, my cock was almost gleaming I was that turned on.

Jake reached down slowly and grabbed it, beginning to rub my cock. He was bent over me, on his knees, one hand bracing himself against the mattress, the other playing with me. His shorts were still on, and I could see just down the crack to his own boxers, the bright red teasing me at being just out of reach.

Jake continued stroking me slowly slow, each time he got to the top he ran his thumb along it, teasing the tip. There was a faint squelch as his grip slipped along my shaft with how wet I was. 

Stephen was up now, lying beside me, kissing my shoulder gently, but to be honest, I was that engrossed with what Jake was doing I barely paid any attention. 'Are you going to suck him?' Stephen asked, his voice a little hoarse.

My heart soared, I had been too afraid to ask that question of Jake in case it was too much, in case I scared him, but watching him finish Stephen off with his mouth, it was all I could think of. I couldn’t think of another thing I wanted more than jakes lips wrapped around my cock.

Jake nodded slowly, and I felt my pulse race, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. He began opening up, leaning down, taking in my first few inches. His mouth warm and so fucking wet. He kept bobbing, going up and down slowly.

Stephen just muttered 'that’s so hot', before starting to kiss and play with my nipples some more. I couldn't do anything but agree, seeing this athlete bob on me, his messy hair starting to fall down low on his brow. I cursed silently, “Fuck, why didn’t we do this before.”

I brought my hand down to Jakes cheek and rubbed it with my palm like I knew Stephen liked, 'Good boy,' I said smiling, 'think you can take it all the way?'

Jake looked at me, his eyes screwed up and he showed his appreciation for the term, responding by giving me the finger.

I tried to laugh, but with him working my dick it turning to groans. He tried to go deeper. The first time he got about halfway down before he started sputtering, coming up for air, sticky strands of his saliva and my juices connecting his mouth and my dick.

'Yeah, maybe I'm just too big for you,' I started boasting, trying to stoke Jake's competitive side, 'not a pro like Stephen yet, not sure you can take all- ow, ow, sorry, sorry'

Jake had squeezed my balls firmly, a definite reminding that he was in charge. Jake took a moment before he tried again to take me the whole way, getting a little further. He was still grinning I thought, though that was just a guess as he was still bobbing on my shaft.

'Fuck, that feels so good Jake' I moaned. He sped up, and fuck I was getting close.

Stephen began kissing my neck, 'You should see Ricky’s face Jake' he teased, ‘ all screwed up, I don't think he's going to last much longer'

Jake grabbed both hands onto my thighs, tightly. It hurt 'What,' I started to protest as his fingers dug into my legs, but my protests turned to moans as he forced himself further down my shaft. He didn’t quite manage to take it the whole way, but shit, he was close.

He held himself there for a second, coughing. I never felt stronger, I put my hands behind my head, just watching. Jake began to go for it in earnest, not going the full way down but going fast, licking and working the top few inches. I felt my stomach clench with a familiar tightness

'Jake, I'm fucking coming -'

He pulled up, scrambling away, but not fast enough. My dick went wild, as I started spurting, my boner jetting out ropes of cum. The first jet landed on Jakes cheek and chest, the other shots landing on my own, each jet sending a familiar clench through my body.

Jake was kneeling at this point, bare chested with my cum on his face and a little between his small pecs. I loved the view so much I wonder whether it was even an accident.  'Fuck dude,' he laughed, wiping his face clean, 'You fucking jizzed all over my face'

'Sorry man,' I said guiltily, 'I did warn you though.' 

Jake stood up and brought his crotch inches from my face, pulling down his shorts and kicking them away in one fluid motion.

He smirked looking down at me, 'Yeah, yeah, well don't worry Ricky - I'll give you the same courtesy '

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·The boys catch up - part 2

---------Jake’s POV----------

I took a moment to adjust my hard dick through my mesh shorts. I looked down at Stephen. He was just lying there, completely nude on his bed, still slight drops of water covering his body. In contrast, both Ricky and I were fully dressed, both flanking him, looking down on him. Ricky placed his hand on his chest, leaning down to kiss him. Stephen eagerly reciprocated, trying to rise, but just staying where Ricky had put him.

I watched the two of them make out jealousy, slowly stroking myself through my shorts.  Ricky broke away. In the opening I moved in, placing my lips on Stephens, feeling them slick from Rickys attention moments before. For once I didn't rush. I took my time, softly kissing his lips. A few seconds later I felt Ricky's face push against mine, moving me, as his mouth moved to join ours, the three of us kissing together.

It was awkward, each of us getting in the way of eachother. Fuck though, it was hot. The three of us started laughing, me and Ricky breaking away from Stephen, exploring each others mouth while leaning over Stephen.

I broke away grinning, and brought the dildo between us. 'Do you want to start or finish him?' Ricky asked, a smirk bright on his face. 

'I'll let you go first' I responded, I turned to look Stephen in the eye 'I wanna make him cum'

Ricky nodded, before he moved down Stephens body and knelt between his legs. I joined him watching, as Ricky began running his hands along Stephens thighs, brushing the faint pale leg hairs, his fingers lingering wherever he wished.

'We're going to take this slow' Ricky's smooth deep voice filling the room, 'if you need us to stop or take a break just say, okay?'

Stephen just nodded, his face looking slightly red. Ricky took his finger and held it to my mouth. I looked at him puzzled.

'Get it wet Jake', his voice slightly exasperated. I looked at it, before opening hesitantly, sucking on his finger, embarrassed. I tried to avoid Ricky's eyes, but he was staring straight at me as he took them back. He reached down to Stephen’s arse, a hand on each cheek spreading them, widening his crack. 

Stephens dick was hard, standing straight at attention, his balls were tight against his body, but it was the small little pink bud of muscle that he had just unveiled that Ricky focused his attention. He gently placed one of his wet fingers there and began to rub along the surface. He had moved one Stephen’s knees to the side to give him room to play with his ass. As his finger explored, he moved his mouth to the knee and started kissing. I followed his lead, kissing the other inner thigh.

Stephens body started responding almost immediately, his breath getting shallower as Ricky began to swirl his finger around the opening. I could see Stephens body tense, before relaxing as he got used to the feeling.  Ricky took his fingers off for a second and spat on them, leaving a big glob of saliva on them, before he got back to rubbing, making Stephens crack slippery, almost gleaming.

I watched in awe, as my hand began rubbing along Stephens hip slowly, keeping it in time with Ricky's touch. He paused for a moment and reached for the bottle of lube, opening it and pouring some on his finger.

'I’m going to put a finger in now, just relax' Stephen looked a little nervous, I crawled up beside him and began softly kissing him shoulders and cheek, stroking his hair.

I saw Ricky slowly push in to a slight gasp from Stephen before it stopped suddenly, “I thought that would be worse.” he said softly, relaxing his body.

Ricky began to rub his hips against Stephens body, moving his finger inside. 'That wasn't bad was it, and it feels good doesn’t it'

Stephen started groaning, 'Yeah Ricky, that feels good'

Ricky nodded, pausing, 'So, now the second one, this one might be a little sore, but it will feel even better.'

Stephen just nodded, a small flash of pain as Ricky slipped his second finger in. He held it there for a few minutes, as the discomfort on Stephens face began to pass. 

I began to kiss down his neck, taking my tongue to his nipples, swirling then, teasing them gently, sucking lightly. His discomfort passed and he returned to his moans of pleasure. Ricky went back to rocking against him, slowly thrusting in and out with them. I looked down at Stephen's cock, several beads of clear liquid had come out already. I reached down and rubbed his cock, it felt so hard like it was swollen, “You’re loving this aren’t you Stephen?” I asked him

He just nodded, almost whimpering as Ricky took his time with the fingers.

Ricky paused again. “'This is the last finger Stephen, and then it'll really start to feel good,' Ricky said, 'just tough it out for a few minutes to get used to it, to get really loose'

Stephen just nodded as Ricky put the final one in slowly. I kissed Stephens neck, holding him, letting him get used to the feeling. A few minutes more and his face relaxed. Ricky began slowly pulling his fingers in and out, the faint squelch of them In Stephens ass loud in the room. Stephen started to begin rocking himself to Ricky's slow tempo. 

'That starting to feel good Stephen, ' I whispered in his ear.

He nodded 'Fuck, so good, so good', his voice breathy and higher than usual.

Ricky pulled his fingers out and brought the dildo up, inserting it gently. It was thin and quite small, so slid it's way in easily.

'I'll have to stretch you out more when I fuck you,' Ricky said confidently, stroking his own hard on though his shorts, rubbing it against Stephens thigh, 'But this is how loose you'll probably need to be for Jake'

Stephen started laughing and I blushed, 'Dickhead' I called to him, I made eye contact before bringing my mouth down to Stephens again, kissing him deeply, as Ricky began to slowly bring the dildo in and out. Stephen was in heaven, panting into my mouth with each thrust, his moans getting closer and closer.

'He's going to cum soon' I thought, 'But not yet.'

I broke away from Stephen's mouth, his hands tried to keep me there, but I moved to Ricky's place and put my hand on his.

'My turn' I said smirking.

Ricky looked down at Stephen writhing on the bed. He looked like he wanted to argue, but decided against it, moving aside. I took the position between Stephens legs and tried to match Ricky's force and tempo. I kept it up for a few minutes, enjoying Stephens squeals.

'Stephen, do you want me to go faster?' I asked him. Ricky was holding Stephens head in one hand, making intense eye contact leaning in to kiss him gently. 'Yes Jake, please, fuck me fast-' he started, before Ricky locked his lips on his, covering the words.

I adjusted my grip, and began to accelerate, taking the full length of dildo in and out. I started with a small increase, but by the end I was almost going as fast as I could. I could see Stephen was sweating, his dick glistening and twitching as if he was dying to come.

I thought back to all our encounters and I began to feel a little jealous of Ricky. It was always him to take the next step.  I decided then, I couldn't keep being second to Ricky. I steeled myself and brought my hand onto Stephens stomach, still fucking him with the dildo. Then I leant down.

My mouth was an inch away. I opened. I swallowed him, taking the first inch or two of Stephen’s cock in my mouth, licking and sucking the head as I played with his ass.

'Fuck, Fuck yeah, fu - oh fuck' I heard Stephen moan in the background, his body almost convulsing in his orgasm. I had to fight to keep the dildo in, his insides were clenching that much, as he pumped an almost constant stream of cum into my mouth.

When his body stopped moving, I lifted my mouth off himself, the cum dripping out, down my chin and onto his cock. I smiled at Ricky and Stephen.

Ricky leaned towards me and wiped my mouth with his finger, taking a glob of cum that had stuck there on his finger. 'Fucking hell Jake, good man' he nodded, and offering a fist bump.

Stephen while not actively cumming still hadn't seemed to get himself together yet, still quietly panting.

Ricky left him and moved closer to me and leaned in, whispering in my ear 'Reckon it's our go yet?'

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JRS -The boys catch up - part 1

All characters 18+

--------------Jake's POV------------

 For the first night in days I actually slept well, waking up feeling refreshed rather than tired and anxious. I looked over at my brother snoring in his bed, having kicked the covers half off. ‘Shit, how the fuck did I sleep through that” I asked myself, sliding out of bed. I slipped on my shorts and shirt as I headed out of the house on my morning run through the streets to the beachfront. 

 My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and it was from Stephen to the group chat checking we were still all coming tonight. I gave him a thumbs up and put the phone away.

 Things still hadn’t got quite back to normal between me and Stephen. Normally when I woke up my insta would be flooded with memes and GIFs from him. The last few days there had been nothing. My stomach lurched. I always thought they had been a bit much, annoying even. It wasn't until I stopped getting them I realised how much I enjoyed it. I had hurt him, and I had to make it right.

 I spent the day resting, finding myself checking the clock more often than I should have. Time seemed to drag on, as I wanted to head there, but didn’t want to be too early, to seem too keen. Frustrated, I managed to wait to half 8, when I walked down to Stephens. Ricky at the front door. He fist bumped me, 'You good?' he asked, almost whispering to me.

 I nodded, still feeling tense. 

 Ricky nodded, patting me on the shoulders as we walked up to the door together, 'Don't worry it'll all be fine'

 I waited for a second as Ricky went first, opening the front door and shouting up the stairs.

 'One second,' Stephens voice shouted down, 'You’re early, I’m just out of the shower. Just let me -'

 Ricky began running up the stairs, thundering through the hallway, opening the door to Stephens room. I saw him nodding at the top of the stairs, 'Nice!' he said grinning at what he was seeing. 

 A pillow leapt through the doorway and hit him in his face, landing in the hall. Ricky kicked it aside as he walked in. I followed slowly up the stairs, hearing Ricky booing. As I came in Stephens was fastening a dressing gown, covering himself, his body still wet from the shower. Ricky had jumped on the bed, quiet chants of, ”Take it off, take it off” filling the room. When he saw me though he started to grow quieter

 My eyes met Stephen’s as he looked down at the ground. I swallowed and got ready to apologise.

 Stephen was faster. 'I'm really sorry.' he said, his eyes wet, face turning red. 'I didn't mean to pressure you or -'

 I walked over to him and grabbed him gently by the shoulders, 'Hey, hey, no it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong.' I rubbed his shoulders softly, as he wiped his eyes. 

 His robe had fallen open but neither of us paid attention to it.

 'But when you ran out of -,' he continued, more sobbing than speaking.

 My stomach was knotted, my throat dry. My voice hoarse I started explaining, 'It was a dick move from me. You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted what happened to happen, I wanted you. And it scared me. And I ran.'.

 I steeled myself, taking a breath 'I think I'm bi. And I wasn't sure, and it was a lot. But it's okay. And I'm just sorry I ran from you, that I hurt you, you didn’t deserve it' He just squeezed me, as we held each other for a few minutes.

 It was interrupted by a Ricky who was lying on the bed, a bag of skittles open beside him. He mocked wiping a tear, 'Beautiful man.' he said, making his voice waver.

 Me and Stephen broke from our embrace, looking for something to throw, “Hey, hey – I talked you through this yesterday, don’t get mad at me!” Ricky called out, standing up, his hands raised high, 'But I do have something to say, and sorry to take the spotlight from that beautiful and brave coming out' he said, grinning at me, offering his fist.

 I bumped it, grinning back, 'Dickhead'. It was reassuring that despite this seeming so big a deal to me, it really didn’t impact how he saw me

'Now, Ricky started, grandiosely waving his arms, “as we can all guess by the amount of loads we've spilled on or beside each other, mainly in that bed, we're all kind of into eachother, yeah' his head giving a gentle nod.

 We nodded back. His voice had a practiced flair, and I couldn’t help but feel he had been rehearsing this.  

 'The three of us are in our prime. We're all young and horny all the fucking time” he said smiling, but  his voice took on a more serious note, 'But in twelve weeks we're all leaving.'

 He left that hanging between us.

 Stephen broke the silence, 'So we should just stop?' 

 'Fuck no!' Ricky and I both shouted.

 'Look we have twelve weeks before that, let's have as much fun as we can, fuck who we want for what we want. Just remember, this, whatever this is, is going to end, so let's just enjoy it and remember that.' Ricky was staring at Stephen as he said it.

 He turned to me, 'Though you have to try and get with Sarah, you've been jerking off about her long enough.' I nodded, as Ricky once again took control.

 He walked right up to me and Stephen, looking down on the two of us. He put his hand on Stephen chin and tilted his face up, before leaning down, kissing him. I sat there just watching as Ricky took control, his experience evident. Eventually though, he broke away, turning Stephens head to me. I didn't wait as I dove in, rubbing my hands along Stephens body as our tongues darted into each other’s mouths.

 This continued until I felt Rickys hand part us. He was looking at me, and leant closer, waiting for me, allowing me to choose.  I didn’t hesitate as I rushed to meet him, feeling his mouth on mine, the texture of the stubble on his chin against my smooth one. I didn’t ever think I would want to feel that scratch, but fuck did it feel good.

 The two of us broke away grinning. We turned to Stephen hungrily and looked down, seeing Stephen's robe fully open, his dick hard and pointed between us. Ricky began to take off his robe, as I started playing with Stephens dick. 

 For a moment he tried to cover himself up, embarrassed from being the only one of unclothed, but began to relax as Ricky started kissing his neck from behind. I moved in closer to kiss the other side.

 Ricky's finger paused at a small hicky on his neck. 'Your work?' he grinned at me. I just nodded 

 'Nice' he whispered, before continuing kissing Stephens neck.

 Ricky led us to the bed, gently setting Stephen down into it. We stood over him as he looked up at us.

 'Me and Jake had a talk last night. We appreciate how much you've been doing for us, so we thought we'd return the favour. You see, we watched a very educational video, it gave us some ideas' He nodded to me, 'Jake, if you please' 

 I pulled open Stephens drawer, grabbing small silicon dildo we found before. We both knelt on the bed, Stephen nude between us. 

 I looked him the eye, feeling my smile widen. 'So how about it Stephen? Can we fuck you with this?' I asked, rubbing it along his stomach slowly.

He nodded slowly. Me and Ricky grinned

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JRS - Ricky's alone time

All characters are 18+ 

------------Rickys POV----------

'Yeah, harder, harder daddy,' the woman in the video was kneeling infront of the camera, her tits bouncing, as a ripped black man pounded her from behind, his huge cock going in and out of her. 'Give me that big dick daddy please'. She kept moaning, the sound almost too loud in my earphones. I kept stroking my hard on, lying back in my bed, my dick pulled out of my shorts. 

'Yeah, you like that. You love my dick you slut' the man grunted, grabbing her long red hair, pulling her head back as the sound of her moans and his ball sack slapping into her filled my earphones. I thought the dialogue was abit much, but was in awe of this monster just slamming into her with that much force. His body was the perfect porportions, strong while still lean. His abs flexed with each thrust as he dominated her.

I was feeling close, I started skipping the video, seeing them flip into different positions in fast speed until I got to the end. She was on her knees, he was stroking, dick pointed at her face.

'Yeah, you ready for this big load on your face slut. Get ready, i'm going to fucking glaze you' I was close and stroking fast to, ready to cum, trying to get my timing to match his. 

The door opened. Jake walked in and threw his bag down. 'Yo, your mum let me in,' he started before laughing, seeing my dick in my hand 'oh shit - want me to go outside?'

Embarrassed I hissed at him 'Close the fucking door.' He laughed and did so. I started to slip my boxers back over my hard on. There's nothing more of a mood killer than being laughed at while jerking off.'Sorry again,' he started, just about recovered from his giggles, 'I really didn't think I'd be interrupting anything'

'Well you did.' I leaned back and sighed, blueballed, and slammed my fists into the matress. 'Whats up,' I asked, trying to hide the irritation from my voice.

His laughter was gone, Jake was sat on my desk, his face tired, he didn't look like he had been sleeping well, 'I was just wondering if we could talk. You're straight, how are you coping with all this stuff with Stephen?'

'Am I?' I asked, turning to the side so my dying erection wasn't so obvious.

'What?' his voice went up and octave.

'Straight.' I shrugged ,'I don't know if I really am. I hadn't really thought about it?'

'But you were with Jessica?' his voice was getting more frazzled as he spoke. I bit my cheek, calming myself at the sound of her name, taking a breath, 'And?'

'So what, you're bi?' he swung his legs off my table, a dull thud every time his feet made contact with my desk.

'Maybe, I don't know. I don't really care.' I sat up, looking at him, 'I didn't really start thinking of any guys till I found out you two were hooking up. Thought it could be fun. Now I'm enjoying it, so I'm happy to see where it goes.'

Jake's face was pale as he tried to process it. I sighed and sat up fully 'Whats really going on Jake?'

He paused, ' I think I'm gay?'

I laughed, I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I stopped, recovering my composure, ''Sorry, sorry that was shit of me. But you're not gay Jake, at least i don't think you are'

A flash of anger cut across his face, his voice getting louder 'How do you know?'

'Because every time someone mentions Sarah you have to hide your boner. I've seen your internet history many times dude, and I have to tell you, the amount of lesbian porn you watch is a little troubling.'A faint smile flicked on his face, before returning to his gloomy visage.

'But I've started fantasizing about dudes on my swim team. I was even kissing Stephen a couple of days ago'

This was new, 'Really, hot. Which guys? And what did you do with Stephen'

'I'm serious' he his feet were just kicking wildly while he spoke, the nervous energy getting out. I took a breath,

'Look, look. Sorry I was joking. But you've spent most of your life into women, really into women. And now you've tried something new with a guy, and had a lot of fun. And now part of you is thinking, oh, these people I've never done anything with, I can get off to it.'

His eyes bored into me, 'Look, if you're thinking of guys like that, you're probably bi, it's all a spectrum. And even if you were gay, what would that change. Do you think any less of Stephen for being gay?'

'What no!' he stammered, defensively.

'Right,' I continued nodding, 'so why would anyone worth a shit care about that for you. At the end of the day, fuck who you want, love who you want, do what you want. Don't give a shit about labels. I'm not.'

He opened his mouth to argue, and struggled for something to say back. 'Fuck,' he said, getting up from the desk and collapsing beside me on the bed, 'How do you do that?' he asked, massaging his temples

'What?'

'Make everything make sense, keep calm and all that shit'

'Therapy.' I admitted, looking away

'Really?'

'Yeah, though I dont want to talk about it' I said sullenly. We sat there awkwardly silent for a few minutes. He broke it.

'Thanks for this, but sorry to interrupt your wank' he joked

'Dont worry about it,' I elbowed him softly, 'So what did you and Stephen get up to with all the kissing?'He looked down at his feet, his face growing red

'I jerked him off, he blew me'

'Nice, good to see your finally reciprocating.' I offered a fistbumps. He accepted, blushing.

'He's good with his mouth.' I continued, 'But I love his face when he cums. He looks a little like a goldfish. I've jerked off a few times thinking about it.'

'Thats true' Jake laughed, 'Though you look like a gorilla, screwing up your face frowning!'

I was sure I saw him adjust himself through his shorts 'Hey, your cum face isn't any better - it looks like your constipated' I screwed up my face. We laughed for a few more minutes. 

Jake punched the mattress looking sullen 'I ran away after I came. I left him there' 

'Really?'

'Yeah, I panicked. I'm a piece of shit'

I put my hand on his shoulder, 'You're not that bad. But shit, you know he'll be worried about you. You must have like 30 missed notifications of him checking on you. Send him a text apologizing. Tell him we'll come by tomorrow night.'

He opened up his phone, showing about 12 missed notifications from Stephen. 'Fuck, I messed up!' he groaned.

I rubbed his shoulder, 'Stephen will be okay, you know he doesn't hold grudges, he'll just be worried about you.'

Jake nodded, and started sending a quick apology text, and that we'd be by tomorrow. I saw Stephen start to type and type, then he simply responded with a thumbs up. I made a note to myself to message him later.

We lay there in the bed, awkward. A little tired after that turmoil. 'So, what were you watching?' Jake asked

'I dunno,' I teased, 'if I show you are you going to run out of my house'

He elbowed me harder than he intended, 'Dickhead, just show me the porn' laughing.

I tossed him an earphone, and went back to the video. The guy continued stroking and came ropes over the woman's face and tits.'Fuck she's hot' Jake purred.

'See you're not gay' we laughed. The video over I decided to bring flip over to the gay version of pornhub. Jake kept watching but said nothing. I flicked through till I found a video of a twink getting spit roasted by two college dudes.

'He looks a bit like Stephen' Jake said. I thought he was stretching it a little, he was blonde and slight, but that was where the similarities ended. I nodded though and played the video. It started with the twink blowing the two guys. I pulled my dick out and began stroking, to my relief Jake did the same.

'Fuck, this guy's deepthroating them Stephen does to us' I didn't have the heart to remind him that his dick was 6 inches, while the pro was taking 9 inch monsters. We watched for a few minutes, stroking in silence as one of the guys started rimming the twink, his moans filling the earbuds. My dick was already slick from my earlier play, but fuck, this bit was hot.

'I wonder when Stephen will let us play with his ass' I said, continuing my steady pace. Jake hadn't the same patience and was jerking fast.

'Yeah,' Jake muttered, ' it would be nice to fuck it. His is nice and perky, I bet it's tight.' 

'Not before me' I laughed, bumping into him - i don't want your sloppy seconds'

Jake continued, his voice excited 'Maybe one day we could spit roast him. I think he'd enjoy it, both of us fucking him at the same time. He gets so hard when there's only one of us.'

'He definitely would,' I agreed. J

ake's voice was getting higher now, he was getting close. I took my hand and put it on his dick and left mine free. He hesitated a moment. He grabbed mine and began stroking it quickly, grinning. 'I'm getting close' i whispered to him. I began to skip the video, moving it to the actors cumshots.

The camera was focused on the twink, one of the guys had started jerking off the twink, the other one fingering his ass. The twink came buckets, his moans filling my earbuds, but i didn't pay much attention. Jake had started moaning beside me and his body tensed, sending several thick gooey ropes onto his t-shirt.

I wasn't too much further behind as he stroked me past the edge, my cum poured out, running down Jake's palms. He tried to let go, but I grabbed his wrist, 'Not yet' I panted, getting him to milk me through my orgasm until I was finished.

Once we were spent we caught our breath and laughed, as Jake grabbed a towel to wipe up. He lay back on the bed after 'Thanks for listening man. It's all a lot easier now I've said it out loud'

I nodded, ' No problem, anytime man.' I fistbumps him. I smiled, 'Anyway, that last video gave me an idea'

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·Jake comes over - part 2

All characters are 18+

---------------Jakes POV--------------------

Stephen was leaning over me now, his mouth pressed against mine. His hands began exploring my chest excitedly, pressing firmly against my muscles. He leaned back, exposing himself. Stephens face was still red from his orgasm, his slim pale body, just a hint of muscle, lithe and moving exitedly over me. I looked down his stomach at the faint pale happy trail, leading to his pale red boxers, the front soaked with his cum from my handjob earlier.

He started slipped his boxers off, trying to be sexy, in control, lifting his one knee up so he could slip them off. He almost fell. I reached up to catch him 'You okay?' I asked concerned. He pushed me back down, smiling. He pulled his boxers off fully, throwing them on my face.

'Gross' I laughed, tossing them onto the ground

'Payback' he retorted, his face beaming. I could feel his bare skin of his ass cheeks rubbing against my dick. He began to grind against me, moving his hips up and down, rubbing my dick against the crevice of his cheaks. I was leaking, sure I was leaving Stephens ass slick.

'Fuck' I moaned into his chest, as he kept on rocking his hips. His lips began to trace down my neck and chest. Biting and licking and kissing.

'God, you're so hard' he said, reaching back to grab my dick while still facing him. I just moaned my agreement. He stopped rubbing against me, moving off me to the side, running his tongue to along my thigh, moving up .His mouth had stopped at my dick. Smirking, he licked the tip, gathering my pre cum in his mouth. 'I love the way you taste' he moaned.

He grabbed my dick with one hand and began to jerk me off, his mouth licking and kissing the tip. After a few moments he took his hand away completely, bobbing on my full 6 inches. His right hand moved down to my balls, as he began playing with them the same time he was sucking me off

'Fuck yeah Stephen' I was too loud, almost yelling, but i didn't give a fuck. 'Play with my big balls, swallow my dick' I continued, thrusting my hips up in time with him.

His bobbing sped up and I just lay back grinning, hands holding his head gently, letting him work. I didn't need to guide him down, he wanted this all on his own. Theres nothing sexier, nothing to make you harder than a hot guy wanting you, wanting to make you cum. And stephen was working hard for my load.

His fingers moved lower from my balls. I panicked for a second, thinking he was going for my ass, but he stopped at my taint, and began to dig his fingers in, rubbing it back and forth. The experience was overwhelming, I had never played with that area before, I didn't know it could feel that good.

"Fuck,' I moaned, sweating now, 'i'm getting close Stephen. If you don't stop I'm going to cum in your mouth.' Stephen started going faster, holding for a second as he got to the base of my shaft, before rapidly going back to the top and down again. "Shit thats what you want. You want to taste my load yeah, Fuck yeah, well you earned it didn't you - didn't you."

My hand was on is head now, helping him go faster and faster. I couldn't have stopped if i wanted to. I started pumping my hips as I came, ass clenching. My dick pulsed as I shot loads after load into his willing mouth as he lay there taking it, licking it. 'Shit. Shit Stephen yeah. Swallow me, swallow my cum.' I called out. It was a few minutes after that i stopped pumping into him, feeling my dick soften as he let it drop out of his mouth.

I looked down at him as he stared up at me grinning, a wad of my cum dripping from the corner of my mouth.'How was that' he asked, leaning closer to me, heading for a kiss, my load still on his face.

I panicked, I felt my chest tighten. Guilt washed through me. I slipped from under him to the edge of the bed and stood up grabbing my shorts.

'Jake, what's wrong?' Stephen asked concerned 'Nothing' I lied, 'I just need to go'

I pulled on my boxers and grabbed my t-shirt and shoes. 'Already, you literally just came' he called after me trying to grab my arm. I shook it off, and kept getting dressed. 'Yeah, I know. I'll see you later Stephen.' i said to him, i didn't even turn. I felt my stomach tighten, like I wanted to throw up. I opened the door and started jogging down the stairs.

'Jake. Jake. What's wrong' Stephen called down the stairs.

I left.

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·Jake comes over - part 1

All characters 18+

The next few days went quietly. I had messaged out to the group a few times to see if anyone wanted to hang out or game, but Ricky was still on the late shift at the cafe, so I wasn't going to see him until the next night. Jake hadn't responded, I assumed hanging out with his friends from swimming.

It looked like I had a night to myself. I jumped on the sofa and threw on the latest season of 'Vox Machina'. I had always wanted to try DnD, but I didn't really have enough nerdy friends to get a group together, so watching was as close as I could get for the moment.

I was enjoying it, but my mind kept wandering back to Peter and Micky from the gym. It had been a day ago and I was due to go back tomorrow. I wasn't sure how I could face them without blushing. I felt myself grow hard thinking about it, absent mindedly rubbing myself through my boxers.

There was no doubt that the two of them were hot. I was still a little in awe at the monster that Peter was under his shorts as well, and the way that he had made Micky moan. My rubs turned into a slow stroke, as I heard Micky again behind the shower curtain.

But that wasn't really what turned me on about it all. It was the kissing. The two of them, lips pressed, smiling and laughing, not just thinking about their dicks. I kicked my boxers off so they were lying around my ankles, continuing my wank nude on the sofa, the images of them running through my head.

I heard a noise downstairs. I was pretty sure it was the front door. 'Fuck' I thought, realising I hadn't locked it. My mum had always yelled at me for that. I pulled up my boxers, looking down at the obvious tent, unsure if I should look for a weapon or something to cover myself.

I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs. My door knob start to turn. I braced. Myself behind the door ready to pounce. The door opened. It was Jake. I had realised too late.

My foot lashed out like a whip, striking him in the stomach. He doubled over. 'Dude!' he whimpered, doubled over.

'Shit, shit! Sorry, I thought you were a burglar'

I took his arm and brought him to my bed to sit down as he recovered his breath. I sat down beside him.

Between his wheezing I heard him ask 'Do you have an erection?' his voice still shaky.

'No, I mean yes, but -'

He started laughing. 'Fuck dude, I didn't know you were into that kind of shit, his face winced again, ' - ow, it hurts to laugh'

'No, I'm not' my face was beet red, ' I was alone -'

'And jerking off, thinking about beating your friends up huh?' he was grinning, the pain seeming to pass.

'What about you though' still barely making eye contact, ' why were you creeping up the stairs'

He paused a second fully gathering his breath before sitting up, 'Maybe I was,' he laughed, his hand reaching to mine in the bed. He leaned into me, his face paused a few inches from mine, his warm breath on my face, waiting to see if I would close the distance.

I didn't hesitate at all. Our lips met briefly, it started with small pecks, it turned into a mess. Our hands reached all over eachother, our mouths open and exploring. I wish I could say it was skillfully and passionate, but it was my first time, and Jake hadn't much experience.

I wouldn't have changed it at all.

A few minutes passed and we broke apart, coming up for air, Jake's eyes meeting mine.

I started to ask, 'What brought that -'

He pushed me back, so I was lying flat against the bed. He straddled me, pulling his top off. I reached out and grabbed his dick, poking from his shorts. He winked, and stood up on the bed over him, pulling them off. I just lay there, hard, aware of this beautiful man above me, looking at his tight balls, his hard dick, the lean chest. From his wide stance I could even see between his cheeks, some faint hair between them. I touched his leg, stroking it gently. He responded at throwing his shirts on my face.

Laughing, I pulled them off, noticing the faint white spots on the front.

'Horny fucker' I said showing him. He jumped down, landing on his knees, me between them. He leaned into me, our bare chests touching. His smile wide, eyes bright.

'You know it'

He kissed me again, a little more controlled this time, but still just as wet, a small trail of saliva connecting our lips as he broke away, moving along my cheek, to my neck, kissing and biting me, one hand running through my hair. He sucked a little too hard on one spot on the neck

'Shit, sorry, that might mar-'

'its fine, don't stop Jake'

He didn't need told twice, starting down along my neck again, reaching my chest. Both his fingers darting to my nipples

'You liked it when Ricky played with these right?' he said, his fingers rubbing them roughly. He wasn't as skilled as Ricky, but it still felt good. I could feel my dick pressing against his lower back, as he sat rubbing.

'it was so hot watching you moan like that with Ricky. I want to make you feel that good. No, I want to make you feel better.' he paused for a second, before his mouth surrounded one of them, his tongue lapping at the small bud.

His free hand went back, grabbing my dick through my boxers, stroking me through the wet fabric.

The room was filled with just my moans. He paused, 'You love this don't you, tell me how much you fucking love this' his voice almost pleading.

'So much,' I panted out, 'so fucking much. I love your tongue Jake, I'm getting so close, I can't take much more'

He began speeding up his stroking, breaking away his tongue from my nipple as he moved up to my neck, then my mouth. He kissed me, stopping my moans, as I spilled into my boxers, my body tensed as I just lay there, bathing in the pleasure of my orgasm.

He kissed me softly while I recovered.

'That good' he asked me grinning.

I braced my legs and turned. I flipped him over onto his back. Jake's eyes looked wide in surprise.

'You made me cum in my boxers.' I said, kissing him, 'Time to repay the favour'

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Stephen heads to the gym

All characters 18+

---Stephens pov----

After the shower Ricky dressed and headed home. He worked some shifts at one of the coffee shops by the beach and had some the next few evenings and wanted to get his  stuff ready for it.

I changed, heading to the gym to do some back and biceps. It was empty when I got there, neon motivational quotes stamped onto the wall. I stood for a few minutes, checking myself out in the mirror beside a luminous green, 'Never give up!'.

I felt cute. I had put on a powder blue gym tee, a black pair of shorts. I was starting to like the way I looked, appreciating the small amount of muscle growing on my arms. My legs had started to gain definition, I was starting to admire my ass -

'Looking good man,' called out a voice from the entrance. I looked around and it was the same guys who had rescued me from the bench my last visit.

I felt the blood rush to my face , as I looked down at the ground, giving them a thumbs up, 'Cheers' I shouted back, my voice not quite as solid as I would have liked. 'Fuck. Why did the hot guys at the gym have to see that. Probably laughing at me flexing.

'Give us a shout if you need a spot on anything! Have a great workout!' the shorter of the two called out.

The paranoid part of me wondered if they were laughing at me. 'No,' I reassured myself, ' they don't know you, so why would they. They're just being nice. Don't get in your head' I squeezed my fists and took a calming breath before moving over to the low row, a little unnerved it was in front of the squat rack where these two guys were getting warmed up.

I steeled myself, and did my warm up set, focusing on contracting my scapula like Jake had taught me. Making the motion good and controlled. Taking my break after the first set I looked at them.

The pair of them were lean, but well defined muscles were obvious even in their loose tops. They couldn't be older than 25 I thought. The taller had one side of his hair cut short, the longish almost viking blonde hair swept to the side and styled, aN almost rugged face, faint gold stubble highlighting the shapely jaw.

His friend though had much neater brown hair, a slight fringe  flicked to the left. His face was slightly rounder, big eyed, slight button nose. Cute.

The taller one stepped behind his friend as he took the weight and started squatting. I had a moment of jealousy as I saw him warm up with my finishing weight.

As they both bent down, the taller almost spooning his friend, their arms were on obvious display. Both of them had quite intricate sleeve tattoos. The smaller had what looked like a flock of birds going up his arm, black and white, with beautiful shade work making each one stand out. One small bright red one flew in the middle of the flock seeming to weave between the birds. The larger was some kind of sea scene, with large tentacles grabbing onto what seemed a boat, bright and filled with colour.

They re-racked and switched places. I returned to my workout. Tired and sore, I headed to the cardio area. I took off my shoes and began to do some kicks on the bag, working on my turning and half turning kicks. It wasn't long before the other pair popped in.

'You were looking strong today,' he said,his voice deep, almost gravely. 'You had good form, good range of motion'. He and his friend took off his own shoes and they put on a pair of straps.

'Thanks,' I said shyly, ' I think you were warming up with my finishing weight'.

The younger one laughed, his voice a little higher and full of warmth 'I wouldn't compare yourself. We've been doing this for a bit longer. And Peter is a bit of a fitness freak - pushes me hard'

He stood by the bag as Peter began to start a timer on his phone, 'You never complain Micky' he muttered, signalling for him to start. Micky's foot slammed into the bag at full force, loud echoes filling the small room. I took this as a good time to continue, adding the sound of my own kicks to the racket.

A small bell chimed, and Micky stopped, sweat staring to break on his temple. I paused at the same time as Peter took Micky's space, kicking what seemed even harder, but not quite at the same speedy pace.

Micky jogged over to me, panting. 'Hi,' he raised a hand, panting, 'I'm Micky. I've seen you here a few times'

' Stephen' I gasped, raising my own.

'Hi. Sorry, tell me to fuck off, but thought you might like some advice. Sorry I run a taekwondo club.' he said half smiling, half apologetically. 'Try putting your knee across the bag when you kick. ' He raised his knee, chambering it and flicking his foot out. 'You're stopping here, at the edge of the bag, so I makes a loud noise, but it's really just a slap.

He moved his knee a few inches to his left.  'If you try from this position, you'll actually kick into the bag, not slap the surface' demonstrating a second kick that didn't make quite so much noise that time, but seemed more solid. He waved again, ' Sorry again for interrupting, hope it was okay.' as he slunk back to his own bag as the timer went off again, jumping into another flurry of kicks.

Nodding I decided to try it. I paused and steeled myself, pushing with all my night, twisting my hips, bringing my knee against the target and extending -

My foot slapped against the target and I bounced off, leaving me sprawled on the floor. Peter gave me a hand up, 'Dont worry, ' he reassured me, ' it takes practice.' he chuckled. 'That's happened to me a few times as well - you're okay yeah?'

I nodded, getting back up and trying again, bracing my core a bit more, and getting some more moderate success. 'Thats more like it,' Mickey laughed as he spun into a back kick on the bag.

I enjoyed the rest of my time there, Peter and Micky giving me a few more tips. Eventually though I waved them off. 'We're here most afternoons' Micky shouted after me, drenched in sweat and smiling 'feel free to join us if you see us'

I went into the changing room, grabbing some paper towels to wipe the sweat on my eyes, and spent ten minutes just catching my breath. As I came out I saw that Peter had taken his top off, wiping his brow from the sweat. The man was ripped, his chest covered in dark hair, sweat dripping down him. Micky finished his set  and walked over to him, placing his hands on his chest.

Micky whispered something to Peter, which he grinned at. Micky kissed him, deeply, his hands rubbing over his chest. Peter broke away, grinning. He looked around and grabbed Micky's hand, walking through the gym towards me.

I panicked, I didn't want them to think I was watching. I mean I was, but I didn't want them to know.

I ducked into the changing room jogging to one of the toilets and closing the door over. I peeked through the gap. The two of them burst in, Peter kicked off his shorts  and threw it in a pile on the bench. His dick was huge, fully erect, it must have been like 8 inches. He began kissing Mickey's neck

'Wait,' Mickey paused, 'what if someone's here?'

'Theres no one here' Peter said, still nibbling Mickey's neck, 'Now get naked'

Mickey kicked off his own shorts and shirt, revealing his own toned figure. He ran to the shower, almost slipping on the wet tiles. 'Oh shit,' he laughed, 'Peter get the lube'

Peter reached into their bag and grabbed a bottle following him in, the two of them laughed as the curtain closed. After a few minutes laughter turned to moans.

I looked down, to see there was a wet patch bit on my boxers, but on my shorts. I felt dirty, this was their time, I shouldn't be listening.

That didn't stop me moving closer, listening.  I pulled my dick out, behind the partition, listening to the moans behind the curtain.

Faint groans, 'Peter, fuck. Just like that. Your dicks hitting just right. Don't stop.'

A sound of bare skin being smacked filled the room, as the groans got louder. I was jerking along to this, as fast as I could. The image of the two of them together in the shower, Peter holding Mickey down and fucking him. I covered my own mouth as I started groaning, spewing into my own hand.

I took a moment to pull myself together realising I hadn't caught it all in my hand, and had stained the front of my shorts. I grabbed some toilet paper and crept out, leaving them to finish.

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·Ricky and Stephen hit the shower

All characters are 18+. 

------Ricky's  POV------

My skin prickled as the hot water from the shower hit me. I leaned back, letting it flow down my body, washing the sweat from the night before off me. I pulled one of the bottles from the wall, pouring some of the body wash into my hand.

The door to the shower opened, as a waft of cool air displaced the steam that had been building. Stephen made his way in, a grin on his face, pushing past to get under the water, his skin touching mine.

'scuse me ' he muttered, purposely bumping into me. He slowly turned to face me, his chest almost touching mine, and scooped some of the soap out of my palm.

Stephen was not a small guy, he was just over 6ft, but seeing him have to incline his neck to meet my eyes, made me feel like a giant. I fucking loved it. My body felt electric, looking down at his cute face, water dripping down it, hair wet and a mess, his bright smile. My pulse was racing. I  went to touch him.

He was faster.

His hands reached my chest, rubbing the body wash he had taken from me across it. He took his time, working both his palms across my pecs, gently twirling the thin hair that lay between them.

He squeezed them slightly. 'I fucking love your pecs' he moaned.

I smiled down at him, 'Yeah? You like them?'

He nodded. I gave them a quick flex, making them dance in his hands. I had spent the last year focused on making my body as strong and sexy as I could. I didn't realise how much I wanted this praise though, as I felt my cheeks clench with his appreciation.

Stephen began rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. It felt nice, but it didn't seem to have the effect on me that It did on him. Stephen seeming to sense that, began to move both hands to my right arm, lifting it.

Holding it straight, parallel to the floor with one hand, began to explore with the other, running his palm along my bicep, his thumb digging into edge. He pushed me gently against the wall and raised it almost 45°.

I wasn't sure what he was  doing until I felt his mouth on it, exploring every inch of my arm. He was moving from my elbow towards my chest.

'Yeah,' I grunted. 'You love my muscles don't you. Fuck Stephen, how long have you been thinking about this?'

He didn't answer, as he got to my shoulder. He pushed my arm up higher, exposing my pit, showing the coarse dark hair.

'Fuck,' he moaned, he moved his face closer and began to taste, biting me slightly. I loved it. He spent a few minutes there, as I rubbed my fingers through his hair, enjoying every minute of this attention.

Despite all this I couldn't ignore my hard on.  It had bumped awkwardly against Stephens a few times during this. I began twisting my body, rubbing it against his outer thigh, signaling him.

He got the message. He began teasing his lips down my ribs, occasionally stopping to lick and bite any areas that chose his fancy. He got down to my hip and turned me. My dick pointed straight at his face.

He took his tongue and began to lick from my hip to my crotch. He spent a few minutes, kissing everywhere but my shaft, right where I needed him to.

I took my shaft and pointed it at him, my eyes pleasing. He was grinning.

'Tut, Tut tut' he clicked. He grabbed me with one hand and slowly stroked, squeezing slightly at the top. A clear stop of pre came out, which he swirled on the top. 'Say please' he whispered.

'Please' I nodded, 'Please' my face red. I was  used to being in control during our encounters. This was new to me.

And I liked it.

He nodded slowly, his mouth moving to my balls. He took one in his mouth and slowly twirled it with his tongue. He moved my legs apart to get better access, letting him explore at will.

He began to lick up my shaft to the tip, swirling it with his tongue. I recognised the move from when he had taken care of Jake. I smiled, though I was still annoyed I lost against Jake, I quite enjoyed making Stephen come. Making his body ache for my touch.

He swallowed me, his hot mouth encasing my member. He looked up at me, our eyes making contact, the hot water still running down my back. He started to bob on the top few inches of me. I could see his cheeks hollow as he kept the suction. I ran my fingers along them

'Thats it,' I encouraged, 'You love my dick don't you. Don't you'

He mumbled something I couldn't make up, but seemed to redouble his efforts, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, almost painfully as he tried to go faster.

I took his head in my hand and pulled it all the way down. 'Thats it, yeah, you can take it deeper'. He gagged slightly, some spit running out onto my balls. I held him there for a second before letting him up. He sputtered, before taking it back in. This time he tried to take it the whole way without my help.

'Yeah, it's thicker than Jake's isn't it, but you can take it can't you. Yeah you can, you fucking love this'. I gave him a gentle few slaps as he bobbed. He stopped for a second, steeled himself, and lowered down on my, his nose buried deep in my pubes.

'Fucking. Hell.' I moaned, holding him down one more time. 'God you feel so good choking on my cock. God I love this.' his eyes looked up at me.

I loosened my grip, letting him come up for air once more. 'God, you're such a good little cocksucker aren't you.' That one I wasn't sure about, I felt a little embarrassed saying it, but Stephen didn't seem to mind, in fact if anything he started sucking harder.

I began to thrust into his mouth, not quite the whole way, letting him focus on the top. I started slow, letting him get used to me taking control, one hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

'That's it,' I started speeding up my thrusts, 'thats it.' I felt my balls start to tense. 'I'm getting close. Fucking hell, you're going to take my load again,' I slammed my cock the full way in. Stephen gagged. I took my self almost fully out and slammed again. And again. And again.

'Fuck . Fuck yes. Fuck here it is!'

My body shook, my ass squeezing as my body forced out whatever cum it could, as waves of pleasure washed from my groin.

I collapsed against the wall. Stephen free from my hands slowly bobbed on my dick until I grew soft and caught my breath again. I grabbed his cheek and helped him get up, he put his hand in mine.  I took my hand away, seeing the sticky residue of his cum in it.

I had been so focused on myself I didn't even realise he had done that. A pang of regret filled me as I realised I missed my chance to get him to cum again. He was smiling though as he brought his face close to mine. I saw his throat tense.

He had swallowed.

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·Me and Ricky wake up alone

All characters are 18+.

------Stephens POV------

I felt Ricky fidgeting beside me as I lay in the bed. I looked over to my left at where Jake had been and saw the bed empty. 'He must have gone to training' I thought, snuggling back into the bed.

I felt the warmth of Ricky's body next to me, as I snuggled closer. I felt his skin against mine, the soft hairs on his arm, the faint movement of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. I considered leaning closer, stroking his arm to wake him up. My hand started moving. I hesitated. 'No,' I thought, 'waking him up for attention isn't playing it cool.' I rolled over to try and get to sleep again.

I felt the bed move beside me. I looked over and saw Ricky rubbing his eyes. He began shrugging his shoulders, stretching them out. He reached out in front of him, continuing limbering. I tried not to stare too much as he showed his pits, the coarse dark hair -. I turned my head so he couldn't see me staring.

'Morning' he muttered, his voice slightly deeper than normal. I grunted, digging myself deeper into my pillow. He rolled over, 'Jakes gone already?'

I grunted again in something half approximating agreement. He lay there, still for a minute.

I felt his hand tracing my lower back. 'You feel warm' he said.

My body tensed at his touch. I shrugged the sleep away, 'mhmm, 5 more minutes'. I was highly aware of my morning wood pressing into the mattress.

He moved closer to me, pressing his chest to my back. I could feel  the sparse chest hair, his tight stomach, his dick, hot and hard, resting against my lower back.

He placed his cheek against mine, I felt the scratchy stubble on my cheek, tickling me slightly.

'But I'm horny now' he complained quietly in my ear. One arm pulled me closer, as his other gently stroked down my hips, moving from the side to the front, tracing my hip bone, stopping just short of my hardness. I let out a soft moan.

He began to rub his dick against my ass, letting it glide between my cheeks.

I panicked for a second, blushing, 'No, no, I'm sorry Ricky, I'm not ready for-'

'Shhh shh shh' he said, not stopping. 'Dont worry, I'm not going to go in you, not today. No i just like rubbing against you - that's okay right'

I nodded.

.'Good, cause you don't have to be sorry for not wanting to do something,' he continued, softly stroking my chest. 'But holy fuck, feeling you against me has me so fucking wet'

I could feel his pre-cum between my cheeks, leaving them wet and slick, as he kept slowly rubbing his hard on against me.

His left hand reached up and started rubbing on my nipple.  I panicked for a moment as I felt his chest leave my back, and I heard a click and a squelch. A second later he was back, I felt his right hand at my ass. His right fingers wet, and pausing a second at my hole, before they moved on.

He began rubbing my taint for a few seconds. I started shaking, the pleasure from my nipples and now this almost too much to bear.

After a second Ricky stopped, and began rubbing my inner thighs, making them slick. I felt his breath on my ear, 'Hearing you moan has got me so fucking horny. Do you like that. Do you like how I'm making you feel?'

'Yes, yes Ricky'' I gasped

His right hand left my thighs and I felt something else placed there. He had put his dick between my thighs, right so it would rub against my taint and ball sack.

His left hand pulled me closer to his chest, and his right make a circle and grabbed onto my dick.

'Someday' he purred into my ear, pausing, 'Someday I'm going to fuck you for real. You'd like that wouldn't you?' his hips started to slowly thrust into mine, sending me forward, where his hand had grasped my cock.

I just nodded

'But for now,' he continued 'lets just enjoy this'

He stared moving his hips faster and faster, his hand rubbing my dick. I started to try and rock my hips back to meet him.

'God Ricky,' I panted, 'This feels so good. Fuck I'm getting close.'

'Me to' he agreed, 'I won't last much longer, fuck I'm coming.'

He changed his thrusting from his steady tempo to hard slams, almost sending me sprawling. I felt him spill between my legs, his cum  running down the front of me.

The heavy thrusts against my taint was too much. I shot my load into his hands, my whole body shuddering with my orgasm.

Ricky held me for a few minutes after, his heavy breathing. He pulled his soft dick from between my legs, and started to get up. Grinning he wiped my cum from his hand onto my chest, and smacked my ass.

He rolled out of bed stretching, nude, his soft cock hanging magnificently between his legs, his well earned muscles on display. I however lay on the bed, a mess, cum dripping from between my legs and all on my chest.

Ricky grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, I'm going to grab a shower,' his smile spread ear to ear, 'Wanna wash my back'

I responded by giving him the fingers, grabbing the already cum soaked t-shirt from the night before and trying to wipe as much off without leaking in the carpet.

I heard the shower turn on from the other room. Sighing I followed, heading to join him

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·The morning after the night before.

All characters are 18+ 

======== Jake's POV =======

After we all showered, I had went to grab some blankets and set up the sofa. When I came back though I saw Ricky and Stephen lying in the bed.

Stephen pulled the cover up, waving me in.  'I swallowed your cum like an hour ago, I think we can share a bed. ' he joked. I paused for a second unsure, before nodding,  sliding under the covers, the three of us falling asleep quickly.

I blinked awake early the next morning and rolled over. Stephen and Ricky were still  sleeping, the faint sound of their breathing  filling the room. I noticed the reek of cum and sweat that filled the room, as I realised just how dirty we had made Stephens sheet. I looked at the top of the duvet cover and there white cum stains all over it. Thin long strands, a few pools - fuck we had made a mess.

Grinning to myself I noticed my morning wood, but I looked at my watch and was half tempted to 'accidentally' wake Stephen. Sighing, I slipped out of bed. I was already late, I couldn't waste and more time. I picked up my boxers from the night before, noticing the thick stain on the front. 'Fuck, we really were horny last night'. I slipped them on and continued to get dressed before making my way to my car. I dropped Stephen and Ricky a quick text that I had gone, and started driving.

I arrived at the leisure centre about 15 minutes late, making my way down to pool area. I had to slow down trying not to slip on the wet tiles and heading into the team changing rooms. 'Crap,' I thought, 'coach is going to be mad'

I pulled my Speedos and goggles out from the bag and got changed, throwing my stuff into one of the locker and jogging out to join the rest of the team stretching

I saw a few of my team mates stretching at the side of the pool, waiting for their turn to do their laps. My mates Adam and Paul  were there and waved at me, as I jogged over to them.

I nodded to them, 'Did I miss much?'

Adam was stretching out his forearms and shook his head, 'Meh, we did a warm-up and coach tested our 100m front crawl time. We've mostly been enjoying the view. Sarah just got back from her holiday though, and she is looking fine!'

'Fuck, so he definitely noticed I wasn't here,' I said, turning to see the womens team training on the other side of the pool 'Shit, you're right. That tan looks great on her'

The womens team was filled with babes, but Sarah was particularly hot. She had long dark hair hidden under her swim cap, but god she had a great bust, her swimsuit showing off all her curves. I bit my lip a little while admiring.

Paul nodded, 'Yeah, fuck I've missed seeing her. But yeah, coach had some choice words for you -'

A deep voice cut across the pool, 'Jake, can I see you for a moment please?'

David our coach was at the side, looking slightly out of place among all these Speedo clad young men. He was older, in his mid thirties, wearing a well fitted powder blue polo over a pair of tan trousers with some dark glasses. I always found it strange fully dressed people by the pool.

Most of the women's team had a crush on him, but I had never really understood it. 'Though,' I thought to myself, 'maybe I just never paid attention' as my eyes reached the folded arms, hugged tightly by the polo, the strong pecs obviously defined. Shaking the thought of my head, I looked over again at Sarah getting out of the water, water running all -

'Jake,' David started, 'you know training started half an hour ago' he looked down on me over his glasses. Like most of the other swimmers he was tall, over 6ft. Nothing makes you feel more like a kid than getting scolded than someone taller than you.

'Yeah, sorry, I slept in' I muttered

'And you slept in twice last week, and the week before. If you're not serious about training that's fine, but you've just lost half an hour from your training time.' he said shrugging. He sighed, 'Go warm up and then join in. We did some sprints before you arrived so make sure you do them at the end'

I walked back deflated, 'Dick' I muttered under my breath. I knew he was right, but what use did admiting that do for anyone. 

I returned to where I had been standing. Paul and Adam had just done their lap and were climbing out of the pool. As I watched them jump out, I couldn't help but notice the water cascading down their body, the beads of water highlighting their strong abs, how Adam showed his pit, brushing his hair out of his face, the water clinging to his thick chest hair  covering his strong pecs. Paul readjusted his Speedo and I couldn't help but look down, paying attention to their bulges for the first-

I shook my head and pushed past them, diving into the pool for my own laps. 'Its nothing,' I thought, 'Im just still horned up from last night. It's nothing.'

'Hurry up Jake, your times slower than normal' David shouted over the pool. I scowled and slid out letting Paul take my place, and sitting at the edge.

'You cool?' Adam asked me

I turned to him, nodding, 'Yeah I just didn't sleep well last night. Colin was snoring again.' From my sitting position I couldn't helo but notice his bulge, the thick dark hair running along his abs to his chest.

I looked down, trying not to blush, trying to resist the warm feeling I was feeling in my dick. Adam put his hand on my shoulder, 'well as long as your cool man. By the way next weekend the whole teams heading to the beach if you want to come.' He leant down. 'Sarah will be there' he teased.

I nodded, 'sounds great'. I put on a smjle

The rest of practice went poorly, my times were poor, at one point I swallowed a mouthful of pool water and had to stop at the side sputtering. Once training had stopped I went to get out, but David shouted, 'Not you Jake, you owe me 20 laps for what you missed being late'

I sighed, Adam and Paul waved me goodbye and headed into the lockers. I dove into the pool, and began swimming.

When I eventually finished I headed into the lockers. David was sat waiting on one of the bench. 'You okay Jake.' he asked quietly, 'You haven't seemed yourself today. You're normally always early and really keen, you just seem a bit down the last while?'

My stomach turned 'No, everything is fine,' I lied, 'I just haven't slept well since my brother came home'

He nodded, 'Well if you need to talk just know I'm always happy to listen. You're a good swimmer Jake, and I think if we do well next meet we should get you straight onto your uni team next year, so just try and rest up a bit more.'

'Right coach, and sorry again'

David brushed it off, standing up 'Don't worry about, just take care of yourself. Anyway, I'll leave you to change'

I sighed opening up my locker and pulling out my towel. I slipped off my Speedo and headed down to the group showers. Everyone had gone and I was alone. Frustrated I started the water, letting it wash down me.

'What the fuck was wrong with me,' I thought, 'What the fuck'. I hit the wall, 'Fuck!' I shouted.

Training had been shit, and now every time I saw a guy it was turning me on. 'No, I'm straight. I'm straight'. I started picturing Sarah in the pool, the tight swimsuit showing off her big tits and her thick ass.

I looked down. I was hard. Frustrated I leant against the wall, stroking. I could picture her, on her knees, sucking me off. I imagined grabbing a handful of her hair and  fucking her face. 'Like I did to Stephen the night before.' I pushed the thought out of my head. 'No, I'm not thinking of that'

I brought my head back to Sarah, imaging her taking my dick the whole way down her throat. I imagined brushing the hair out of her eyes and the thought changed. It was Stephen, bobbing on my cock.

I tried to brush it away but I couldn't, the memories from last night flooding back. How warm and wet his mouth was, how he groaned when grabbed his hair. 'It doesn't mean anything ' I thought. 'He sucked you off, and it felt really good. It's not him, just the experience you're remembering'

I kept stroking just focusing on my dick, unable to keep Stephen out of my head. A second later, my fantasy expanded. Out of the corner of my eye I imagined Adam and Paul there, rubbing eachother through their Speedos beside me. Then Colin was there, pushing them both down to their knees, getting the two of them to lick his hard dick. All the while the three of them looking at me. 'Fuck,' I muttered 'Fucking damn it.' I gave in, letting the images of these hot guys fill my brain. I rubbed my free hand down body, feeling my hard abs, my chest, reaching my nipple.

Then Ricky was there, right beside me, looking down on me, his hand rubbing my nipple like he did to Stephen the night before. I kept stroking, feeling so close, my balls tightening.

Then the image of Ricky kissed me, I imagined his tongue in my mouth as he kissed me deeply. At the same time I came, blowing my load onto the shower wall, my knees growing weak.

I took a moment to catch my breath. I hit the wall again 'Fuck, what was wrong with me'

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·Games night part 3

All characters are 18+.

------- Ricky's POV -------

I looked down at Stephen sprawled, face down on the bed. I ran my eyes over his slim form as he squirmed on top of the duvet. Stephen had always been skinny, but never really used to have any muscle, giving him a slight chubbiness to his frame. His training with Jake though had changed that. The slight plumpness of his form had almost completely disappeared, I could see the taper of his back, his shoulders starting to broaden. My eyes rested on his arse though. I smiled. It was obvious he had been training It hard. It was well developed and strong, with just a little padding on it. The perfect bubble, jutting out, an obvious valley leading to his -

He turned over and looked at me, eyes wide with excitement. His blonde hair was still a mess from Jake's face fucking, some dribble on his chin. Somehow this made him look even cuter. And cute was the word for him, big eyes, messy hair, an almost constant smile. Shit even his smooth stomach, with just the faintest trace of abs coming through. The only thing betraying his innocence was his raging hard on, streaming pre-cum angrilly. There was a long sticky strand running from his navel to the tip. He wanted to cum, needed it, and I felt a pang of excitement that I was going to make it happen.

I adjusted myself, aware of how my own boner must look. I couldn't lie, watching Jake's lean body ram into Stephens mouth was one of the hottest things I'd seen. I wanted nothing more than to grab one of them by the hair and get the same treatment.

'But', I thought kneeling down beside Stephen, ''a bets a bet.' Stephen tried to sit up to me, but with one hand I pushed him down on the bed. The other reached down, scooped the sticky strand he had leaked from his stomach in two fingers and brought them to his mouth.

'Open' I commanded, holding my fingers at his lips. He obliged and I pushed them in. He began licking them, his tongue exploring every wrinkle and crevice. I pushed them all the way in to the knuckles, as he happily kept sucking on them, his eyes staring into mine.' I removed them, soaking wet, and had to resist dragging his open mouth down to my own crotch. But that wasn't the bet. It was all about Stephen.

I heard a slight noise beside the bed. Jake had left the sofa and was sitting now on Stephens nightstand, watching this unfold. 'Dude,' he laughed, 'I think you're enjoying this more than Stephen'. He might have been right, I looked down at the trail my dick was leaking, a small patch on Stephens thigh.

Smiling I took my fingers and began tracing Stephen's body. I brushed them lightly at the top of his collarbone and brushed them down. 'It tickles' Stephen started laughing. That was until I got to his nipples. They were small and poking straight up, fully erect. I started to rub my wet thumb on it, and the laughs turned to moans. 'Fuck, that feels good. Don't stop that Ricky'

My dick twitched hearing him say my name, but I kept going, squeezing and teasing for a few minutes longer. I looked down. His dick was painfully erect now, the head dully glistening in the light. But then again, so we're my own 7 inches.

'You like that do you. Me playing with your nipples makes you feel good huh?' I asked him. He just nodded looking up at me, as I grinned down at him

I heard a faint squelch and looked up. Jake had poured some lube in his hand and was slowly jacking off watching. 'Horny fucker' I thought. He had just unloaded down Stephens throat 10 minutes ago and already he was hard again. Not that I could blame him to much. Stephens moaning was filling the room. And it was hot.

I took my fingers away from Stephen's nipples and started tracing down again. 'No Ricky, please. Don't stop' Once again I felt that twinge in my dick when he said my name, certain another drop of pre had leaked onto the covers. I just shushed him, slowly continuing my fingers down his chest, applying a little more pressure when I got to his pubes.

I smiled at him, his face red, eyes wide, a slight wetness to them. His body was on the edge. Ever since he got face fucked twenty minutes ago he had wanted to cum. He had wanted this. I kept my two fingers straight and slowly rubbed them up and down his shaft. His breathing was getting faster and faster. 

I leaned forward, my face close to his, I could feel his warm breath on my face. 'Do you want to cum?'

He nodded.

I shook my head. 'Tut, tut, tut' grinning I moved my mouth to his ear, 'Say please'

'Please Ricky, please' he moaned, his voice higher than normal. And there it was. That twinge in my dick when he said my name.

I obliged, rubbing the head of his dick, focusing on that ridge between the head and the shaft. It was so wet, I could feel it pulsing. I rubbed it faster and faster, teasing him over the edge.

'Im coming Ricky, don't stop. Please don't stop Ric-'

Stephens words turned into groans. I felt his whole body convulse like he was possessed, his dick twitched against my fingers. I felt his hot gooey cum spilled out down my fingers. Part of me wanted to look at the mess he was making, but I couldn't take his eyes off Stephens face, how it was screwed up in pleasure.

I kept slowly rubbing until I felt him go soft, his panting subsiding as he smiled up at me, completely spent.

I felt the bed shake as Jake was there, kneeling beside Stephen and jacking off as fast as he could. He nodded at my own raging erection and smiled down at Stephen. I started jacking off myself, both me and Jake on either side of him. I looked down at Stephen just lying there. 'Do you want us to cum on you?' I asked.

Stephen just nodded, too spent to say anything.

I let go, feeling the orgasm I had been teasing for so long take over me. It started deep in my stomach and spread down my legs, through my taint, finally to my balls. My dick just started pulsing in my hand. I shot the biggest load of my life. A huge shot fired across Stephen, landing onto Jake's toned chest, the rest dribbles onto Stephens chest leaving a sizable pool on his navel.

'Dude!' Jake laughed wiping  my cum off with his left hand, still jacking with his right hand. Spent I chuckled, 'Sorry, but you were in the firing line. Besides, you looked better with my cum on you' I winked

Jake screwed his face up, concentrating, aiming at me, before he too came, firing out a small dribble of cum which landed beside mine on Stephen. 'Good try buddy.' I laughed before lyinging down beside Stephen. Jake landed on the other side. The three of us just panting, exhausted.

A few minutes passed before Stephen broke the silence. 'Could someone pass me a t-shirt, I'm feeling a bit, well sticky' he motioned at the congealing pool on his stomach and legs, which he ran a finger through. I swung off the bed and dragged him with me.

'Nah, you need a hose down. Let's get you in the shower.' I dragged him to the door, '- you coming Jake'. I shouted back

Jake, still lying down raised his thumb and started following as the three of us went to get cleaned up.